The Hitchhiker

Jim MorrisonJim Morrison

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Thoughts in time and out of season
The Hitchhiker stood by the side of the road
And leveled his thumb
In the calm calculus of reason.Hi. How you doin’?I just got back into town,L.A.I was out in the desert for awhile“Riders on the storm”Yeah. In the middle of it“Riders on the storm”Right…“Into this world we’re born”Hey, listen, man, I really got a problem“Into this world we’re thrown”When I was out on the desert, ya know“Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan”I don’t know how to tell you“Riders on the storm”but, ah, I killed somebody“There’s a killer on the road”No…“His brain is squirming like a toad”It’s no big deal, ya knowI don’t think anybody will find out about it, but…“take a long holiday”just, ah…“Let your children play”this guy gave me a ride, and ah…“If you give this man a ride”started giving me a lot of trouble“Sweet family will die”and I just couldn’t take it, ya know“Killer on the road”And I wasted himYeah.
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Jim Morrison

1943 - 1971/Male/AmericanA singer, songwriter, and poet, best remembered as the lead singer of the Doors. He's one of the most iconic frontmen in rock music history.

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